Fun.

[gfrancie]

Today when I was helping customers many bad thoughts would come into my mind. I would say, "hello how can I help you?" and immediately I would think things like, "You fucking asshole who is going to make my life difficult." or "You dumb bottle blonde, I don't give a crap about chick lit" but the nice thing about getting older is resisting the urge to let that statement actually come to life.

One of my co-workers who I really dig because he is a funny guy and doesn't like any bullshit was telling me about how one of the managers is being an extra wanker with a side order of bastard and how he nearly quit over it.
Fortunately he didn't lose it and he went and spoke with Magda Goebbels (I think that is what I shall call that particular manager from now on) and was actually able to get across to her that being a bitch doesn't help.

Everyone was feeling a bit low. One of those days.

I did enjoy my afternoon. My co-workers and I kept it light.

Oh yes and yesterday (I forgot to mention this) photosexual brought me some home-made pickled herring that his Dad makes.
How cool is that?
Nothing like someone bringing pickled fish to you at work.
It is now in my fridge living a happy life.

I can't wait for tomorrow. I worship Friday.


I am having headaches again. This isn't terribly fun. But oh well if I must eat chocolate I must eat chocolate.